Phil Yates and his companions watched the horses flowing gracefully around the fenced-off circuit on the gallops.
Phil turned to Harry. "What a sight, Harry, eh! If there"s a god he"s a horse, you know that?"
The four horses picked up to a full gallop. A glossy chestnut stallion with a distinctive white blaze moved a length clear of the rest.
Phil beamed with admiration. "Good Times is looking sharp, Harry."
Harry nodded. "Sure, Phil. You could put your life savings on him."
"But you"re not, are you, Harry?" Phil looked up at the big man reproachfully.
"He ain"t a gambling man!" Hirst smiled sardonically.
Harry, impassive, soaked up their laughter. "Mebbe, if I was, I"d stake my life on him."
"Your life did you say, or your wife?" Hirst grinned.
Harry joined reluctantly in the fre
